"on your third broken window,
with your hair full of glass,
saw your clothes in the hallway,
just a curtain on your back.
are there heart strings connected,
to the wings you've got slapped on your back?
better climb in the window cause,
i'm closing the door."
happy birthday, bree.
i'm wishing and hoping this is the best year in your life, so far.
wish i was there to celebrate with you.